Most of you seem to understand what makes a proper review now, however, a few of you aren't quite getting it, so I shall leave it up for popular opinion whether they simple hate this story or whether they're just complete and utter morons.

Yinlai 2009-04-04 . chapter 2

I have say, this chapter is making me more intrigued.

If you haven't noticed, this is a repeat offender. I actually received a PM from this person saying that they knew there was a mistype on this review; they really seem to think that's why I made an example out of them. What they don't seem to grasp is the whole meaning of review. I'll make this simple: Stop reviewing unless you add detail, do you really think I care if I caught your interest?

animehphantom 2009-04-04 . chapter 2

write more!

This too is a repeat offender, I didn't make an example of them last time, and maybe I should have. Do you honestly think that I care that you want me to write more? As if your pathetic pleas for me to write will somehow spur me on.

Danny absently rubbed at the bandaged bite through his shirt as he ate dinner silently with his family. They talked amongst themselves, having ceased any attempt to pull him into the conversation after he brushed off at least twenty of them.

His family had grown to understand that he was no longer a boy anymore and no longer wished to be treated as such. Maddie no longer gushed about his safety, Jack hardly ever tried to force him into ghost hunting, and Jazz stopped trying to protect him. They saw him now as a man, but for some reason, this fact did not comfort him, they were not the one he wanted to see him as a man. No, that person had to be Vladimir Masters, of all people.

Confusion must have shown on his face because Jazz immediately piped up, she may have stopped trying to protect him, but that didn't stop her from butting in every chance she got. "What's wrong, Danny? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking," he said, quickly trying to shut this conversation down. He definitely did not need Jazz bugging him on top of Vlad kicking the shit out of him almost daily. "Boobs, there, now you don't have to ask." And with that, he got up and left.

Maddie sighed and picked at her food. "He seems so distant now that he's grown up, I miss my little Danny."

"I know how you feel Maddie. But he needs to be able to be himself. He can't do that with us breathing down his neck like we used to," Jack said, patting his wife gently on the back.

xXx

Once in his room, Danny flopped down on his bed, letting out a sharp hiss as his back hit the mattress. Why couldn't he get Vlad out of his head? He hated the man! He was always there doing something evil, bothering Danny, fighting him. The man just needed to leave him alone.

Practically leaping from his bed, he opened his window, going ghost. He leapt out; perhaps a nice fly would help clear his mind.

A smile grew on his face as the cool air rushed past him. There was nothing like the sensation of flying. His thoughts, concerns, worries, everything just seemed to melt away as he rose over the town, clouds kissing his face with tiny ice crystals.

"Isn't it a lovely evening, Daniel?" A familiar voice asked, making Danny whip his head around to see Vlad floating on his side, as if he was lying on a cloud. "The moon, the stars, simply romantic. I do believe your mother would agree with me," he smirked, rolling over on to his stomach in a playful way.

"I'm not in the mood today, Vlad. Just leave me alone," Danny growled as he watched Vlad play with a bit of the cloud he was on, manipulating the icy crystals, making it form into a sculpture. Trying his best to hide it, he watched with interest as the older man gently worked with the delicate sculpture. At first he couldn't figure out what it was, but slowly realization spread across his face, Vlad was sculpting his mother. "You're sick!"

Vlad just smirked and gently blew on the delicate piece of work and it shifted from Maddie, to Danny himself. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Daniel. I'm merely passing the time. There, much better," he cooed, and with a few soft caresses, Cloud Danny now sported a goatee. "I think you should grow a goatee. They tend to make you look more like a man and less like a pathetic little boy."

"Just stop it!" Daniel yelled, making Vlad only falter slightly in his task of giving Cloud Danny a body. "I'm sick and tired of you always being there! LEAVE ME ALONE!" He screamed, hatred and frustration dripping like venom from his words.

Vlad looked up at the angry teen and sighed, having almost completed a second, larger icy art piece. "Very well, Daniel." He said calmly and blew lightly on the second figure, the ice crystals dancing and shimmering in the pale moonlight. Without looking back, he flew off towards his home, leaving Danny alone in the cool night.

"Finally," Danny sighed in relief, floating in place as his anger melted from his body, eyes sliding closed as his head hung. After a few moments, he lifted his head and looked where Vlad had been sculpting, and much to his amazement, Cloud Danny now had a friend, the figure stood tall and proud next to his icy-rendition, a hand on the other's shoulder in a fatherly gesture. Looking at the face, he watched intently as the last little crystal landed in place, it was Vlad.

A stricken look swam onto Danny's face and he just stayed there. Deep into the night he floated there, staring at the beautiful artwork, the expressions on their faces seemed so real. Cloud Danny was smiling, a happy light shimmering in those eyes, and Cloud Vlad looked so proud of the boy his hand rested on.

It was almost as if he was entranced by them, their happy, content looks, a feeling he yearned for deep inside. He stared at them even as a slight breeze blew past, taking them away into oblivion forever.

This still remains entirely non-sexual.